Il Santo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDDC EEFGHIIH JJKK LMML NNOOLPPL| Alas alas what impious hands are these | A |
| They have cut down my dark mysterious trees | A |
| Defied the brooding spell | B |
| That sealed my sacred well | B |
| Broken my fathers' fixed and ancient bars | C |
| And on the mouldering shade | D |
| Wherein my dead were laid | D |
| Let in the cold clear aspect of the stars | C |
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| Slumber hath held the grove for years untold | E |
| Is there no reverence for a peace so old | E |
| Is there no seemly awe | F |
| For bronze engraven law | G |
| For dust beatified and saintly name | H |
| When they shall see the shrine | I |
| Princes have held divine | I |
| Will they not bow before the eternal flame | H |
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| Vain vain the wind of heaven for ages long | J |
| Hath whispered manhood Let thine arm be strong | J |
| Hew down and fling away | K |
| The growth that veils decay | K |
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| Shatter the shrine that chokes the living spring | L |
| Scorn hatred scorn regret | M |
| Dig deep and deeper yet | M |
| Leave not the quest for word of saint or king | L |
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| Dig deeper yet though the world brand thee now | N |
| The faithful labour of an impious brow | N |
| May for thy race redeem | O |
| The source of that lost stream | O |
| Once given the thirst of all the earth to slake | L |
| Nay thou too ere the end | P |
| Thy weary knee mayst bend | P |
| And in thy trembling hands that water take | L |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir
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